This is my usual post-travel style shot post. Two weeks worth of fashion diary.

Before i start, here’s a graph i painstakingly drew on Photoshop after some Herculean effort (i had to stop chatting for 20 minutes and completely shut my mind to conserve some brain cells so that i could come up with this challenging and almost puzzle-solvingly enigmatic graph).

Please stare at it for at least 5 minutes to give it some well-deserved appreciation.

As you will notice in this post, the temperature of the day in the place of my travel directly affects the whateverness and anyhowness of my awesome fashion sense.

We traveled from Venice to Lyon to Zurich, which only got colder by both location and day. The temperature was dropping as we moved on so i sort of had to wear thicker and thicker.


This is another graph to illustrate also the corelation between the day of travel and said awesomeness.

Day one is low because everyone looks like shit after a 20-hour flight. Then steadily but rapidly decreasing  from day to day, until somewhere in the middle of the trip where guilt begins to take over, hence the occurrence of a surge in graph, a result of a desperate attempt to bring up the awesomeness almost, but not really unsucessfully.

Here are some pictures for reference. They are almost all taken in hotel rooms so they are a bit blurry. I couldn’t take the picture outside, because i would have looked the same from like day 1-7 because there were only so many winter coats i brought T_____T.



First day checking in to Hotel Danieli in Venice. It was much colder than i expected, because just a few days before we flew the temperature was about 9°C. I know if i didn’t do this Liz Lisa thing it would just sit in my luggage forever till the day i send it back to Malaysia. I didn’t exactly have a pair of matching leggings, that explains the lack of full body shot. Also because there wasn’t full length mirror in the hotel.



Taken on the same day evening. Already put on the warmest scarf, gloves and jumper because not used to the cold yet fml.


This is day 2. And my best effort ever. That’s why the picture is bigger.  It also deserve a longer lingering stare because this was the only day i ever bothered to put on this much make up complete with falsies and circle lens. And the only day with a conscious hair style. T__T


So this day deserves two pictures.


Actually, three.


Day 3. Braved myself to wear leggings and shorts wtf. And please look away from my exploding wastline wtf.



Day 4’s fashion was so shit i should have taken picture of my shadows instead.


With my new Hello Kitty top i bought from Venice!



First day in France. A brand new (and foolish) mood  trying to wear my 4 inches Liz Lisa suede boots wtf.



Trying to look smart for Bocuse d’Or day.



Oredi deliriously confused about the whole fashion thing cuz i started to have to repeat wearing the same things so just anyhow threw in things that i haven’t worn so that the  KGs and all the sore arms from luggage hauling didn’t get wasted T___T



This is don’t-really-care-anymore-and-i-look-fat-but-here’s-a-picture-to-warn-the-future-me-not-to-make-the-same-mistake photo.



Just arrived Zurich. Have been reserving my warm boots for the snow. That was me eating hotel’s complimentary Swiss snack.



I know. If i could, i would never, ever have worn a dress with a pair of jeans. If only i could.



Had to recycle my Liz Lisa top cuz running out of things to wear wtf *panicked



Outfit to the snow mountain. Minus the jacket. I kind of want to give myself some credit here for even bothering to want to mix and match each day so that i look different inside when i had to the same jacket for the rest of the trip that makes me look 8 months pregnant.



Let me praise myself again for even trying to escape that Pregnant Jacket so that i could give this it’s-really-not-that-thick-you-will-definitely-regret-this black rider jacket a chance to be on this blog since it was the last day of our trip before i flew back. Decision was made right after i checked the weather of the day— it was the coldest day in Zurich thus far (-8°C).

I survived.



This is the same evening. Really kenot tahan so i put on my Preggie Jacket.



Double picture to reward my bravery wtf.

AND THEN!!!!!!!!

On the last day, i packed all my luggages and wore the most comfortable clothes so i could be at ease on the plane. What i forgot was it was a night flight and we still had time to do some sight seeing. So we went to some Swiss Castle and i looked like if i squat down with a hat people will start dropping coins in fml.

This is how comfort looks like.

Thanks but no thanks. Never again.